Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 16 Jun 10 - 06:39 AM Sonnet 33 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 08/12/00 DIX Dear muse, how can I tell you with what joy I read your words? I would not wish to cause You to lose smile, but silence will destroy My hopes more certainly than death. I pause, Upon the edge of falling: You have sent More than I dream, but less than I desire. But, know I care: My fears may circumvent These walls to hope, but you still heart inspire. Perhaps heart has flaw, to care and not know You would not be so cruel. Yet, I have past To form my future: How could my words show How much I want for your sweet smile to last? I know I cannot more of your time claim, But I would rather Hope, than chance of fame. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 16 Jun 10 - 01:50 PM How many sonnets does it take? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 16 Jun 10 - 01:54 PM To do what? 293 to Rebecca, so far... |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 17 Jun 10 - 05:08 PM 34 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 08/12/00 DX I think that you must be a muse of Moon, For daylight makes it hard for me to hear Your voice, while night is filled with word and tune Enough for all. Does your light, calming fear, Wax and wane? Might I hope you would dream show? Does verse reflect your aura? Can I try To seize even an ember of that glow And not be burned? Would trying make heart die? I do not fear the night, but silence fills My soul with dread. To be alone, without Shadow of hope: Absence of concern kills All I dream, and would make of future rout. I care enough to risk my heart: I hold No higher coin: It costs me more than gold. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 17 Jun 10 - 05:31 PM "How many sonnets does it take?" "To do what?" (Okay....picture Snoopy in the Peanuts comic circa the late 60s. Clad in a WWI flyer's helmet and silk scarf, he sits morosely at an imaginary table in an imaginary French Cafe somewhere within a few miles of the front lines. He is on leave and getting drunk. Glowering over his foaming root beer stein he says to himself...) "How many root beers does it take? How many root beers does it take to kill the pain? To make the mud and the fear and the blood and the suffering go away? Will this dreadful war never end? Will I ever see my beloved again and hold her in my arms? And will I finally get my revenge on the accursed Red Baron? How many root beers does it take!!???" Sort of like that. ;-) I see your sonnets as a lengthy campaign against tremendous odds, rather akin to fighting a war that never ends against a foe that can never be vanquished. In your case the foe is romantic loneliness. And that is why I ask you, "How many sonnets does it take?" |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 17 Jun 10 - 06:45 PM I guess the answer is "All of them." 35 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 10/12/00 DXI From dark of night to dawn I think of muse And wonder how I might know her desire. How can I understand, or know her views, Without her words? Without, verse becomes pyre To dream: Just ashes to be cast on page. I question how I feel. I should not love But dare, though cannot claim it to be sage: Heart has not power to keep dreams above. Am I to wonder if you hear, or care, That I do not some answer yet receive? Am I to think you don't have time to share, Or that I should my inner fears believe? I must have faith that you still care: My whines Are weakness. Yet, I pray you read my lines. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 18 Jun 10 - 06:51 PM 36 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 10/12/00 DXII I pray you sleep, sweet muse, that you might dream Of heart's desire. Perhaps you will hear voice To whisper that I care. Yet, would I seem Too bold, to ask for more? I have not choice: As muse, you hold my heart. I know you are But mortal: Fate has given you the power Over my dreams. You may be distant, far From me, but still lend root, to let verse flower. Still, I would see smile, and look into eyes, To find out who you are. I seek to know All that I might, so that I might be wise In ways of winning muse, to help verse grow. I seek to know you, mortal maid and muse, Each aspect that can my heart's hopes refuse. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 19 Jun 10 - 01:57 PM I'm not in the mood for this today. How about some heroic frontier poetry in the tradition of Robert Service? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 21 Jun 10 - 10:07 AM How about a Marvelish poem? To My Coy Penpal Had I but stamps enough, and wit, This coyness, woman, were not shit. I would perhaps then wish to write And of my simple dreams make light. You in your books might seek to find Some gem-like phrase; I'd let my mind Wander to subtle quotes. I'd try To find some verse to virtue ply; And you could, if you wish, require An epic poem to light your fire. This High Poetic love would grow, Stanza by stanza, to skill show. A hundred lines should serve to lend A likeness of your face; I'd send Two hundred to adore each tit, And thousands more, to show my wit. An ode to least to every part: Perhaps a sonnet for your heart. For, woman, you deserve no less, Nor would I shorter verses bless. But at my pen I often see The cost of postage's rising fee: And all I'll send will be one page - A verse or two to set a stage For fond farewells. You will alone Seek out the verse, now cold as stone, That I once thought. Then worms shall taste The letters Post has often raced. Your green-inked words will turn to dust; And into scrapbooks, all my lust. A poem's a fine and fancy thing, But does not quite reveal love's sting. Now therefore, while the chance remains To meet again without the pains, And while our letters can still find Each of us without other binds, Now let us think that we might play With more than words, at least today: Rather than wait until the years Have chewed us up with all our fears, Let us now risk an evening's time Without the bother of this rhyme, And see if what we each desire Might match, and thus our pens retire. Thus though we cannot make our mail Show thought, yet we can souls empale. 27/2/78 |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 21 Jun 10 - 12:01 PM LOL! That's great. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 21 Jun 10 - 01:36 PM Thanks. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 21 Jun 10 - 10:56 PM You're welcome. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 22 Jun 10 - 02:13 PM anytime... Sonnet 37 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 11/12/00 DXIII The moon casts shadows, both from trees and from My fears, illuminated by this light. A silver glow: It cannot help but come From muse, my verse's source. My dreams take flight, To think of her. Yet, can this light reveal More than desire? Can it of future show? I seek her words to find meaning, to seal My hopes to fate: I would her secrets know, To find reason I care. I have not felt So filled with words: I know she is the cause, But what source is her power, that I melt Before her light? The unknown gives me pause. I reach for heart's desire: But will I find All of my dreams exist just in my mind? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 24 Jun 10 - 10:06 PM Sonnet 38 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 12/12/00 DXIV I fear that I might lose the voice of muse Now found after lost years: I cannot name The sorrow that would bring. I dare not chose A path away from her, to heart reclaim. I fear that I might never see her eyes, To look beyond her words, and seek her soul. Yet, dare I take the chance to realize Her power to shatter, or to make heart whole? I fear that I might find, only to lose, My heart's desire. How can I care so much, Unmet? I know not fate: She may refuse To fulfill hopes. How can I her heart touch? I fear a loss far greater than these three: That heart may speak, and her friendship might flee. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 11 Aug 10 - 05:41 PM 39 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 13/12/00 DXV I am but mortal, that I wish to hold Onto what I've found. You have given hope, And brought back verse to life: Am I so cold As to ignore desires? Has heart the scope To worship muse, and not care for her form? I care, yet wonder if I have the right That dreams desire: Might I my hopes keep warm With thoughts of you, and visions of your light? You know only my words: How might I show That thought of you is source to verse, and dreams? How might I dare to let these desires grow, Yet keep you as my muse, to heart redeem? I would risk all, save your smile, for your kiss: But, aiming for your love, what if I miss? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 11 Aug 10 - 06:54 PM I predict that Bearded Bruce will be the last person to post on this thread, and I defy anyone who says otherwise. If I turn out to be wrong, may I be struck down by lightning and destroyed utterly. ;-) |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 11 Aug 10 - 06:59 PM not likely! |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 11 Aug 10 - 08:40 PM Well, I'm relieved to hear you say that. ;-) I'm depending on you, man. Don't let me down. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 13 Aug 10 - 06:37 PM Sonnet 40 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 18/12/00 DXVI I have not heard your words the past few days And cannot tell how much the silence pains. How can I hope, without words to show ways To bring your smile? Yet my desire attains Not less, but more: I still would seek to know When I might look into your eyes, and see If muse be more than dream. Can my words show How I desire, yet fear? Is my heart free To turn away, if you seek end to verse? I cannot know, but think not: I have found You to inspire. I might silence rehearse, But find I am with faint whispers still bound. I write these lines, but whispers still in mind Cause me to seek your light, though I am blind. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 27 Sep 10 - 02:15 PM Sonnet 41 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 19/12/00 DXVII I call out your name in the night, but hear No reply. The whispers fade, without word And without smile. As moon grows dim, my fear Grows stronger still: How can I be assured When I have lost my focus on my muse? I drift, reaching for stray lines, to pull dreams To harbor. I have not anchor to use, To keep from drifting in the night. It seems Too quiet, here: I pray, but hear no voice To bring me verse. Where is my muse, this cold And clouded night? Is heart to have no choice Between silence, and risk of being bold? My words become as ice, to fall and shatter: Without words from my muse, what does it matter? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 30 Sep 10 - 03:03 PM Sonnet 42 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 12/10/01 DCX Have I reason to be concerned, that you Have sent no word for several days? I know You're busy, and I should not fear, but do: I fret, though lines in journal your health show. I know I am fool, when I know for sure That you are well, and have no time to spare. Yet, I miss words; My greed for you is more Than even I think wise: But still I care. I should not ask of you as much as what I do: You have enough to occupy Your time. Yet, can I ask that you not shut Me out of mind, that I must watch dreams die? I know I have no right, yet might I pray That you will offer words, and my fears slay? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 30 Sep 10 - 03:14 PM Opps! That should have been: Sonnet 42 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 22/12/00 DXVIII My mind is quiet, silent as a grave Where dreams may be interred. I do not hear The sound of distant voices: Am I knave, To seek some word? Will my muse reappear When moon reflects on silver snow? I hold To hope: I dare not imagine I'd lose This new-found muse. Yet, evenings are now cold Without the flame of dreams for verse to use. My heart is heavy with regrets, that I Have not yet seen her smile, nor heard her voice. I do not know if further line might try To find way to her heart: It is her choice. Yet, might I plead to look into her eyes, And seek for some sign of missing replies? I certainly don't want to get ahead of myself here... |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 30 Sep 10 - 04:07 PM No, we wouldn't want that... |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 30 Sep 10 - 04:19 PM So I will take steps to correct things. btw, Sonnet 43 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 25/12/00 DXIX My muse weaves webs to capture soul, of love For its power to hold, and of moonlight, To tangle dreams that seem to fly above Control of heart. She sits up late at night And forms her magic. How could heart escape From such sweet capture? How can mortal stand Against hope of heart's desire? Her hands shape Spells that ask for naught, yet my thoughts demand. My dreams are moths, attracted to her flame, Though they cannot survive. I am now caught Between fear and desire: My heart would name Her muse, but can she be one dreams have sought? I find I love her now, for being muse: Yet her spells still my heart and dreams confuse. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 01 Nov 10 - 02:06 PM Sonnet 44 of 68 to Kelly... Sonnet 28/12/00 DXX Placing my dreams upon alter of heart, I pray my muse might send some hope, or lend Me words to put some passion in my art. What might I offer, that my muse might bend, And smile in my direction? Heart's desire Might make me bold, but I would have her speak Of what she will, and let her voice inspire. Is this to be my fate, to always seek Beyond all reason, for what I would hold? I do not know how I could offer less Than caring, for words emotions enfold. Yet, dare I hope even to muse confess? I worship muse as source of light, but know I cannot see beyond what she might show. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 01 Nov 10 - 02:08 PM How has Kelly responded to this avalanche of poetic worship? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 01 Nov 10 - 02:25 PM Not as I would have hoped- but she still talks with me, occasionally. Sonnet 45 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 30/12/00 DXXI The moon is now a needle, curved to sew The nets you form to capture dreams and snare Stray souls. Without words, only heavens show Such signs of muse. Yet, could I moonlight share, And still stay distant? Lines echo in heart In seeking muse, and friend, and dream. Are you So much more than you seem? Are you a part Of future? My heart cannot know as true What still remains unseen in eyes: You hold Inspiration, but do you hold desire? I wait for dream, but still hope to be told When I might see you, and questions retire. As muse of rare degree you hold my mind: Would that you to my dreams could be as kind. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 01 Nov 10 - 02:39 PM LOL!!! And this doesn't tell you something? Say, I've noticed something interesting. No Democrats ever seem to post to this thread. What does it mean? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 01 Nov 10 - 02:43 PM No staying power? They dislike sonnets?? Sonnet 46 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 04/01/01 DXXII I think of muse, and dream of her sweet smile, But dreams are all I have: I have not seen Into the depths of eyes, nor can I, while She remains at this distance. Does she mean To keep me here, or is it again Fate, Now fighting my desires? This ebb and flow, First finding muse, then causing me to wait, Wears at my hopes: How might I future know When present remains hidden? Shall I plead Beyond my verse, to see her? Should I take This silence to speak volumes, or not read My fears to dreams, and not my heart awake? A new year starts, and, with it, I must pray That I might see smile and her eyes, someday. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 01 Nov 10 - 03:03 PM I'm betting that the insensitive sods don't like sonnets AND have no staying power to boot! Say, is there any way I could reach Kelly? I'd like to commiserate with her. Is she on Facebook? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 01 Nov 10 - 03:10 PM See PM. No idea how she will take your contact- she is married now... Sonnet 47 of 68 to Kelly... Sonnet 05/01/01 DXXIII Without some word from my muse verses die, Leaving but shells, and scattered lines that hold Faint chance in desert dreams. How shall I try To grow hope in mind, when silence has told The fate of my endeavors? Dare I weep For future, mourn what will not be, and know I cry in vain, when tears are all that keep My lines alive? And, can tears even show How loud this silence is, and how much pain The absence brings to heart? I will not say I have earned more than smile, but to remain Unknowing, without hope of finding way? I do not ask for her soul, or her heart: But pray for her words to give to my art. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 02 Nov 10 - 02:53 PM Sonnet 48 of 68 to Kelly. Sonnet 06/01/01 DXXIV Dear muse, I have no hope to hold your heart, Yet pray you read my words: Can they not reach Some part, to keep your friendship, and to start At least conversation? Will you yet teach How to control desires, or harness dreams? I may despair of looking in your eyes, But will you send your words, and let the beams Of inspiration help my verse be wise? I do not know why you fill thoughts, or send Such music to my soul: I reap harvest Of poetry, but fear silences rend My dreams to dust, and heart beyond all rest. Perhaps this is the cost I pay for verse: That light of muse is balanced by this curse. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 03 Nov 10 - 10:52 AM Don't stop now, man! I am thirsting for more sonnets. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 03 Nov 10 - 11:45 AM To quote "The Princess Bride" "As you wish." Sonnet 49 of 68 to Kelly. Sonnet 07/01/01 DXXV My dreams have visions of you now, dear muse, For you are beautiful: How can I keep From dreaming of your eyes? My heart could lose All sense of time, within your gaze: I weep To know I will not hold you. Shall I dare To say how sweet your smile seems, or reveal How much I want to run fingers through hair? That muse is such a vision my fates seal. I would that I might touch your cheek, and see If you are real: Though known mortal, you seem From higher plane. I cannot dare to free My soul to love, in case you are but dream. Your eyes capture my heart, and I am bound: Can any words on page tell what I've found? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 03 Nov 10 - 12:26 PM Man, the agonies you must have gone through! It reminds me of my own romantic misadventures over the last 3 or 4 decades. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 03 Nov 10 - 01:57 PM Yes, but "It hurts so good." Sonnet 50 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 25/10/01 DCXIX I wish my hands could touch you, perhaps tease A little, and then all of desires please. If love is just a dream, then let us sleep Forever, my arms around you, and keep The fire of your heart inside of my verse: Would that I could hold you, instead of terse Messages: I could read in your eyes more Than words might say, and let my passions soar. I offer you far more than dreams, as much As I might have, but know only words touch Across this distance. In heart, I regret That Time allows no more than verse to set A crown upon you: As muse, you now rule The landscape of dreams with one subject, fool. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 03 Nov 10 - 01:58 PM OOPS! another miscopy. That SHOULD be Sonnet 08/01/01 DXXVI Can any words on page tell what I've found? The thought of you gives me my verse, and dreams That find me in the night. I wait for sound, Not spoken, to inspire: The silence seems To be but voices, out of reach. I try To place feelings on page, but do not know If you hear my desire. I know not why, Or how, but thought of you holds me, as though Heart has no choice. Yet, shall I dare, to care When you've other concerns? I cannot reach To that part of you that might feelings share. Is there no hope to lend presence and speech? Heart does not allow choice: You bring the light, No matter if you remain beyond sight. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 04 Nov 10 - 12:56 PM Sonnet 51 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 10/01/01 DXXVII No matter if you remain beyond sight, I hope to read your words, dear muse. If fate Is that we never meet, I dare not fight, But don't wish to lose what I've found, of late. The ice dusting ground seems carpet of gems, As cold as dreams without you. But they shine And lend beauty to night: Cold dreams, like stems Without flowers, do not visions refine. I hoped for heart's desire, but I would take What friendship you might give: You remain muse Regardless. You have caused verse to awake: I would not any part of you refuse. I seek to hold you as my muse, but know I could not write if I did not care so. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 05:23 PM Sonnet 52 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 16/01/01 DXXVIII I could not write if I did not care so, About you: Your words reach my soul, and hold A part of me long lost. But can I show With words what your words share? Without, I've cold Imaginings. You are my muse, to send Such whispers in the night. I would not trade The thought of you for gold, nor would I end My vision: Dare I show dreams hope has made? You are my muse, and yet, I dare not claim More than few words, and smile: You have not sent Enough of heart to let my verses name You more. Must all dreams of you remain pent? I cannot offer more than heart and soul: Can you see future where I might play role? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 05 Nov 10 - 06:59 PM You're not being lazy and repeating any of these, are you? It gets a bit hard to follow the script and remember which page one is on after awhile... |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:09 PM I certainly hope not! But these are a corona... Sonnet 53 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 18/01/01 DXXIX Can you see future where I might play role As other than the fool I seem to be? Can heart afford to pay whatever toll My dreams demand, or will these dreams now flee As have my hopes? Can you return a part Of the concern I offer? Shall I pray For understanding, when I feel my heart Has less of you than I might wish, today? I hold you as my muse: Though I desire Dream, I dare not ask for more than smile, now. I would not have you of my verses tire, But without hope, my words to silence bow. I do not ask for love, but can you write Some words of how you feel, to restore light? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:49 PM Can you see future where I might play role As other than the fool I seem to be? I'm not sure. That depends on your capacity for change. Can heart afford to pay whatever toll My dreams demand, or will these dreams now flee As have my hopes? That depends on the strength of your heart. Can you return a part Of the concern I offer? Ummm....okay...sit down. Are you sitting down? Ready? Don't get your hopes up too high! ;-) Shall I pray For understanding, when I feel my heart Has less of you than I might wish, today? Sure. Go ahead and pray all you want. It's free. I hold you as my muse: Though I desire Dream, I dare not ask for more than smile, now. That's reasonable... I would not have you of my verses tire, But without hope, my words to silence bow. Silence always wins in the end, doesn't it? I do not ask for love, but can you write Some words of how you feel, to restore light? Righto. Okay, I feel great. Never better. The birds are singing, the breeze is blowing gently, and the river flows by undiminished. My cup runneth over. ;-) |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:58 PM Sonnet 54 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 24/01/01 DXXX Some word of how you feel, to restore light To dreams, would feed my verse. Yet, you now send Faint hope for future, and no hope for sight Of eyes reflecting my desire. The end Of hope does not my passion place in grave: To cease to care would be to cease to live. Yet, what words might I send, to my hope save From dissolution? Heart would have me give My soul for your few words: Am I to yield All that I dream for this faint hope, unfounded? Yet, dare I hold my thoughts, and keep dreams sealed, When I would have my future verse unbounded? How can I my hopes light, without your flame? How can I verses find, but not love claim? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 07:59 PM Sonnet 54 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 28/01/01 DXXXI How can I verses find but not love claim From within heart, without some word to base My visions on? Can dreams remain the same With no reply? Am I to future face With no sign of your smile? I can but ask For indication of your mood, to show Some guidance to my verse. Does silence mask Wish to be left alone? If so, bid go And I will flee. You control my vision, As my light: Without, I see only dark Demented dreams. I wait for decision With hope that I might in words find some spark. Though you seem to by silence verse refuse, My dreams have visions of you now, dear muse. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 08:02 PM Last should have been "Sonnet 55 of 68 to Kelly" I think I should just start over at the beginning- that way you can get the flow of feelings without my mispostings. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: Little Hawk Date: 05 Nov 10 - 08:05 PM Sure, why not? Give it your all. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 08:18 PM OK then. 1 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 10/11/00 CDLXXVII Could I look in your eyes, I'd hope to find A muse to hold my weary heart in thrall. Such I might dream: Yet, would I with dreams bind Soul to another, when I Past recall? Might I know more of you, to understand All you might ask, and what you might refuse? Raise not my hopes, that heart might heart demand, Except that you would hearts and souls yet fuse. Keep what I offer clear: I do not know Enough to know where these desires might lead. Let time and conversation serve to show, Least I my dreams into your words might read. Echos of past show paths I dare not go: Yet I would know if you might fill my need. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 08:18 PM 2 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 15/11/00 CDLXXVIII I have not looked into your eyes, nor seen Your smile, yet I would call you friend, and care About how you might feel. I do not mean To push myself on you, but concern share. I have not heard your voice, but seek to find Your thoughts within the words you send. I read, And try to see how you might be, in mind: I wonder, that I see in you, my need. Do I but see reflection, that I see That which I wish to see? Are you a dream, To match all my desires? Might you yet be The muse I seek, and all that you now seem? I do not know, yet know I must decide If to see you, or from future hope hide. |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 08:19 PM 3 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 16/11/00 CDLXXIX Do I ask for too much, too soon, to seek To look into your eyes? Must I pretend To not care for your smile? Yet, would I send My words, if I did not care? I am weak Against emotions: Would you have me speak Without my heart, as if you had not power To drive dreams to despair? Would you spend hour To seal my fate, or free me from this peak? I am trapped- All directions lead me down To an abyss, save that I look to you For inspiration. Would you raise vision Above this? Is my hope to be but clown, To amuse? Can I hope to know your true Opinion, without risk of derision? |
Subject: RE: BS: In every thread someone has to be last! From: beardedbruce Date: 05 Nov 10 - 08:20 PM 4 of 68 to Kelly Sonnet 17/11/00 CDLXXX In lilac scented smoke my muse reclines As I ask questions, to determine how I might encourage smiles. I seek for signs To tell how I might capture dreams, for now. In moonlight I might find within her eyes More than reflections of my own desires: To see past stars within some future skies, And feel within my heart emotions fires. Yet in soft flame, I might more meanings find Within her look. I seek to center know, That I might have some guide, and not be blind To what I ask, and seek in verse to show. I shall light candles to my muse, to seem As stars around her haloed hair, and dream. |